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i miss the feeling of human connection.

deviika

Emily Dickinson // Virginia Woolf

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loveletter2you

bell hooks, All About Love

my purpose.

do you ever feel like there’s some sort of weight on your chest, one that u just can’t shake? such feelings of loneliness, sadness and emotion trouble me, because of how painful it can be. how even the tiniest thing can set u off, without even knowing. hell, even if you wanted to write it all down, there were simply not enough words to express everything that u could possibly be feeling. the human vocabulary simply can’t comprehend the depths of my mind. my very very troubled mind.

cause i think about what my life has been like since i’ve been alive, and i think to myself, what the fuck am i doing with my life? am i simply just a one-off? the thought of that makes me depressed, with such more feelings including emotional instability. that shit literally shakes me to my core.

i guess self-help books help. but how do u fix something that in your mind is not worth fixing? or is too broken to fix? are u simply here to exist? as another meaningless human being, with the purpose of being there. idk. i don’t think i’ll ever know.

what i’ll never begin to understand is how people can open up. everyone thinks it’s so easy. i just can’t comprehend the idea of opening up to a friend, let alone a complete stranger. to be frank, if i ever went to therapy i would literally sit there and do nothing.

wth is my purpose of living.

thoughts357

“it’s simple just very simple, you don’t need to be perfect just be better than yourself”

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feelingstoostrong

types of people: colors

red: leather jackets, dark lipstick, rock music, cigarettes, torn out pages from an old magazine, 4 am.

orange: weak smiles, hidden feelings, instrumental music, sunsets, organized mess, candles, 7 pm.

yellow: fresh cut flowers, pop music, sundresses, belly laughs, perfume, no makeup, sunshine, chapstick, 3 pm.

green: cottage in the woods, knit blankets, alternative music, cold hands, rain, grass, riding bikes in the middle of the night, 12 am.

blue: cozy sweaters, natural makeup, indie music, warm smiles, hardwood floors, polaroid pictures, star light, 2 am.

purple: gold jewelry, vanilla, soft hair, classical music, dried roses, old books, dancing alone, 11 am.

lifeafterpsychiatry

Think about why you love your friends. What comes to mind first? It probably isn't things like "I love how they have a job" or "I love how they get good grades." Instead you might be thinking about their compassion, their sense of humor, their perspective, their passion, their values, their mindset/attitude or their intelligence. So don't let yourself or anyone else reduce your worth to your productivity alone. We're all far more than that!